Archive of Our Own

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How the hell do I always get myself into stupid shit like this?

Silver tapped his fingers on the tabletop as he regarded the room from the corner he’d tucked himself into. He was in the mess hall of a prison, surrounded by an assortment of meat headed aliens. It wasn’t the first time he’d had the thought since getting arrested for a crime that he wasn’t really convinced was actually a crime, but he’d done enough other things in his life that were crimes he figured he may as well let himself get taken in easily. He was tired of running. At least…when he’d been arrested he’d been tired. Thirty four straight years of running, the last nine of which had been trying to keep his head down and out of trouble, had taken a toll on him.

It wouldn’t be hard to break out. In fact, it would be ridiculously easy since they hadn’t taken his arm or shut off any of its functions. The prison was painfully understaffed and the guards let a handful of prisoners run the joint. He had deduced early on that those prisoners in particular were high on the food chain in an influential organization - they weren’t fond of the term ‘mob’ - and that the warden and everyone else there were on the bank roll.

This prison also wasn’t heavily monitored by the Navy, so he was still out of their reach. No one had even questioned his identity. To them he was John Kelly.

Being stuck in here wasn’t too bad. The mob didn’t mess with him other than to suggest several times that he participate in their activities. He was certain they only wanted his help because his cybernetics had a few handy features for dishing out pain. Their interest in him was also probably the only reason he’d been allowed to keep the arm attached to him at all. 

He’d been able to brush off their offers to join them so far, but it would be a matter of time before their offers became demands. When that time came, he’d get the hell out of there, but until then he’d enjoy the free meals - no matter how awful they were - and the ability to rest for once while staying obscured from the public eye.

“Heya Johnny.”

Silver repressed a growl. He put on a crooked smile and relaxed his pose as he looked up to greet the man that approached his table. They set their tray down and sat before crossing their thick arms over their wide chest. He was an Ursid like him, which was a bit of a shame, since the man seemed to think that gave him any sort of kinship or leverage for persuading Silver of anything.

“What’d ye think of the slop today?”

“Oh, not too much te complain ‘bout, Vic” Silver glanced at his tray. He’d picked out the edible items, but the gravy they’d put over the whole mess had ruined everything. They’d used something sour to make it, “Not sure what’s in that sauce though. Can’t seem te stomach it.”

Vic paused with his spoon halfway in his mouth. He pulled it out, the food he’d been shoveling into his face still on it, “Damn. It didn’t look half bad either.”

He tossed the spoon into the bowl and sneered at the tray. Silver just about told him he could ‘suggest’ to the warden that a new cook be lined up, but he bit his tongue. He’d been playing woefully ignorant to their activities to avoid them using what he’d seen as ‘blackmail’ to get him to join them. So he just shrugged and sighed, “Ain’t that the truth!”

“I heard there’s fresh meat gettin’ dump in here later today, sure you don’t want a piece of any of ‘em?” Vic asked it nonchalantly, but Silver knew his intentions. It was an invitation for induction into the mob. Nothing big or fancy, hell it was gang shit really, but you had to ‘prove’ to them you were willing to do anything they told you to. And their idea of ‘anything they told you to’ was to fuck some poor soul who’d been thrown in jail.

There was only one person in the universe Silver wanted to fuck and it was best that he remain as far from this place as physically possible.

“I dunno, Vic, I ain’t much inte hurtin’ people,” Silver put a lilt into his voice and slathered on a comically nervous expression. He saw the man’s shoulders drop a little, “It ain’t so much that you’re hurtin’ ‘em, Johnny, it’s…settin’ an example.”

“I dunno…” He let his voice trail off.

Vic stood and reached across the table to pat his shoulder, “Eh, just think on it. We ain’t doing nothing to ‘em until tomorrow anyway, plenty of time te sleep on it.”

You’re not getting me to join your petty shit, Vic. Just drop it already.

“Yeah…yeah, I’ll think on it,” Silver gave him a timid grin. He was willing to do just about anything to make this asshole think he wasn’t working with someone who knew what he was trying to do.

It wasn’t long before the guards decided to play their roles and pretend like they had any sort of control here and everyone was rounded up and ushered back to their cells. Silver sat on his bed and stared out through the bars in the door. There was zero privacy, but that wasn’t something he was unused to. 

He’d almost fallen asleep where he leaned against the wall when he was jerked awake by catcalls and whistles. The ‘fresh meat’ Vic had mentioned earlier must have arrived. Silver raised his chin off his chest and peered out through the door again. He couldn’t help his curiosity when there was this much commotion; usually the fanfare for the newcomers wasn't nearly this boisterous.

It took a surprising amount of restraint to keep his expression neutral when he saw one of the men getting led down the middle of the rows.

He wasn’t able to stop his heart from racing or his palm from sweating. 

James Hawkins was the third in the line chained at their wrists. Silver knew the cheering was for him specifically; humans were rare, he’d seen one other while in this prison before the man had disappeared without an explanation, and he’d really only seen a handful since he and Jim had parted on The Legacy.  

Silver’s mind raced. Why the hell was Jim here? He was in the Navy, why was he here? And who had left that bruise under his eye and split his lip, because Silver was going to pay them a special visit the instant he got both of them out of here.

His stomach dropped. This complicated things. While getting himself out of here would be laughably easy, getting him and Jim out would prove to be harder. Especially since he could see Vic eyeing Jim hungrily from his own cell. He'd have to come up with some solid excuse to get Jim alone, and then very quickly and efficiently get them the fuck out of there in a very short window. He checked the charges on his cannon attachment and was relieved to find he still had several and that they looked good.

"Alright, Jimbo. Jest keep yer head down an' I'll figure us a way outta here," he murmured to himself as he watched Jim getting unlocked from his shackles and shoved roughly into his own cell.

Silver settled into the thin mattress again and started planning. It was going to be a long night.

He was pretty sure he had it all figured out.

A convincing excuse and backstory if anyone asked any questions. He’d have exactly four opportunities to get Jim alone, once at each mealtime and then in ‘free time’, and likely he’d have to jump on it first thing when breakfast was getting dished out. Neither of them were going to make it through the line if he had anything to say about it. He had to be fast.

Silver waited impatiently for the guards to unlock the cell doors and ‘escort’ them all to the mess hall.

He glanced into every cell he passed and felt the nerves twisting in his gut lessen a little when he saw Jim sitting in one that was still locked up, his back against the wall and arms crossed over his chest sullenly. The man didn't look up from the brick in the wall he was studying.

Jim wasn't released from his cell for breakfast. Or for lunch. Or for free time. Silver was starting to think he'd have to break him out of his cell before they'd get to see each other, but then he saw the man finally getting let out when dinner rolled around. Silver swore under his breath when the guards decided to change up their normal routine and unlock all the cells on the far wall first - the side Jim was on - before letting anyone else out on his side of the cell block.

There was a crowd between them when he finally got released from his cell and he immediately followed Jim as he weaved a path through the tables and other prisoners in the mess hall. He laser locked his vision on the man as soon as he could. So he saw when Jim shot a quick look over his shoulder at the guards before slipping out of the mess hall and down a corridor. He also saw when Vic and half a dozen other men quickly rose from the table next to the corridor and followed him. Silver forced his way through the throng of bodies between him and Jim. His heart was in his throat. Vic would get to him first.

Silver rushed down the corridor after them, ear pricked forward as he listened to the muffled sounds of Jim spitting curses and struggling somewhere unseen ahead of him down one of the off branching halls. A door slammed shut and he ran toward the sound.

He burst through the bathroom door and stared with a red-tinged glare at the scene. Jim was bent over the counter over a sink, pinned down on his chest with his arms held stretched at his sides. Vic stroked a hand over the curve of Jim's ass.

“This one’s mine,” Silver snarled. He started stepped into the room fully and let the door close with a bang.

Everyone in the room froze. He saw Jim’s face blanch and his eyes go wide and then they were making eye contact in the reflection of the mirror. His lips parted slightly as if he were going to call out to Silver, but then he shut his mouth quickly and his jaw tensed. His bright eyes flitted toward the other men.

“What was that?” Vic asked softly. His tone was dangerous. Guess I'll need that story I fabricated last night after all. Silver met his gaze and pointed an accusatory finger at Jim.

“His bastard father’s the one that fucked up me limbs! Piece o’ shit left me fer dead so he could go back home an’ dote on this brat. So now I want a turn taking care o’ him,” He leered at Jim, who watched his face carefully. He repeated his first statement and hoped Jim understood what he was trying to do, “This one’s mine.”

A brief knowing look flitted over Jim's face before he renewed his struggles and shouted, "What my dad did isn't my fault!"

Vic grinned suddenly, his eyes flashing as they cut toward Jim, “Oh ho, got some beef, eh Johnny? Willin’ te come off your high horse if it means you get to get even. Alright. You can have ‘im.”

The men pinning Jim to the counter by his arms shifted so Vic could lean in close, “We were gonna be nice and work you up to taking a big cock, but looks like plans have changed.”

He looked over at Silver out of the corner of his eye, “What’re you waiting for, Johnny? Come take your revenge.”

Shit.

There would be no getting them to leave. Especially not after Vic pulled out a shiv and pressed it to Jim’s throat while he instructed one of the men just standing and watching to ‘get him ready for Johnny’. Jim met his gaze in the mirror again.

I’m sorry, Jimbo.

He could feel himself getting hard looking at Jim as the younger man’s pants were yanked down around his knees. He reached out without thinking and squeezed his bare ass in his hands. Jim flinched, and then he gasped when the knife pressed harder to his neck and Silver was reminded of the situation they were in.

“Ye c’n thank yer daddy fer this happenin’ te ye,” He leaned over Jim and pressed down with his body as he worked one-handedly to undo the front of his own pants. His other hand squeezed Jim’s hip. The young man snarled as best he could under Silver's weight and jerked a little to vainly attempt to loosen the grip holding him down.

Silver freed himself from his pants. He searched for any lubricant. Anything would work. This was already going to be painful enough for Jim without any work up - he knew Vic wouldn’t give him the option to warm Jim up - but he could at least ease it a little. He reached for a still-wet soap bar and twisted it around in his hand.

“The hell you doin’?” Vic snapped.

“Don’t wanna hurt meself,” Silver didn’t even spare him a glance. He was already slicking himself up with the soap. It wasn’t ideal, but it would work.

He dared to slide a finger over Jim’s entrance. Jim made a small noise of surprise and flinched at the touch. Silver delayed the inevitable as long as he could, “What’m I allowed te do te ‘im?”

“Whatever the hell you want,” Vic grinned. He changed his mind quickly, “Just don’t kill ‘im; the rest of us want a turn before that.”

Silver grunted in response. He squeezed Jim’s hip minutely as warning as he lined up. Jim made another small noise.

I’m so sorry, lad.

He guided himself in and Jim tensed and groaned, the sound coming out slightly strangled because of the knife pressed to his throat. He shuddered under Silver’s hands. Vic shot another look at him, “Thought ye had a vendetta, what’re you being so gentle for?”

Shoulda just killed you the minute you made a move toward Jim.

He couldn’t risk a move like that now. Not with with that fucking knife in the mix. Silver leaned over Jim, pressed his lips to the back of his neck and growled, trying desperately to remind himself to keep up the act. Jim shuddered again. It sent electricity through Silver’s entire body. Jim’s soft gasps only urged his hips faster.

Silver snaked his mechanical hand up and around the younger man’s neck, brushing the knife aside in the process. He shifted his weight forward. A moan suddenly ripped from Jim’s throat and he tensed again. SIlver caught his gaze in the mirror. His face was flushed, pupils blown, lips parted as he panted. Suddenly it was just the two of them in that room with their gazes and bodies locked.

“Oh, you hear that moaning boys?” Vic chuckled as he looked around at the others in the room, “Got a little slut on our hands!”

He barely heard Vic. His goal now was to make Jim make that sound again. He let his hips set the pace and jolt the young man underneath him. Jim gasped and groaned as Silver rocked into him. The only thing reminding him that he couldn’t moan Jim’s name aloud were the other men he could see in the edges of his vision. 

“Hurry it up, already! We want a turn!” Someone grumbled.

Fuck all of you.

“You like my cock?” Silver snarled in Jim’s ear. The human whined, his eyes flashing with defiance, “F-fuck you-”

“Already doin’ that, boy,” Silver chuckled and jerked his hips. Jim cried out. He wiggled his hips minutely and Silver gripped them harder. He let his hips go now and he slammed into Jim and his teasing hips over and over. The man screamed, tears sliding down his cheeks as he fought for breath.

He could have sworn he saw Jim’s lips starting to form words, but he stopped them before they came out. More than once it looked as if he were going to scream Silver’s name, and Heavens that would have tipped him over the edge in a heartbeat. He was already walking that edge with how tight Jim was, and how good he fucking smelled, and the noises that were coming out of him.

His eyes darted to the men waiting their turn. They gripped themselves through their pants and watched Jim as he panted and moaned and twitched with hungry eyes. Silver couldn’t let them have him-

An idea struck him and he was instantly conflicted. He could mark Jim. Vic would know the significance of that. He’d be pissed, but he’d make everyone back off. He was too smart to pick a fight with another alpha Ursid. The man didn’t know what he was dealing with when it came to Silver’s cybernetics and it was clear he respected their potential power.

Silver loved the notion of Jim being his mate, but already this was pushing the boundaries of any relationship they had. He couldn’t even begin to hope that Jim wouldn’t hate him after this. Marking someone as your mate was supposed to be consensual.

There was no other option to keep them from touching him.

He dove on Jim’s shoulder with a roar. The man went stiff as a board under him, a scream of agony wrenched out of his lungs, blood flooded Silver’s mouth. He released the bite as quickly as he could after guaranteeing he’d left his mark. Stood up straight and lifted Jim’s feet off the floor until he was on his tiptoes, and set to the task of making him moan again.

“You- you son of a fucking bitch!” Vic roared now. He made a move as if to rush Silver, but he stopped, “What’d you go marking him for?!”

“‘Cause he’s gonna be me little bitch.”

Jim’s gaze darted up to his with some difficulty. Silver didn’t relent from pounding his tight ass, and he watched Jim’s eyes roll back with pleasure as he let out a breathy noise. He leaned back down, “Ye know what that mark means, boy? It means yer mine.”

“You’re gonna have te share your little bitch-” Vic took a threatening step forward, but Silver was a step ahead of him. He pulled out, dropped Jim, and whirled on the other Ursid with his pistol already drawn, “Ye challengin’ me?”

It was tense for several moments as he and Vic faced off. One with a shiv and the other with a pistol.

Vic snarled finally and barked at his men, “C’mon, boys. We’re gonna have to find another bitch. This one’s claimed.”

Silver watched silently as they filed out of the bathroom, grumbling and complaining the entire time. He waited for several long seconds to make sure they were long gone. Even when he was absolutely certain that he and Jim were alone he hesitated to turn around and look at the human.

“Silver.”

He flinched.

“Silver.”

Jim’s voice, so thick with emotion, forced him to look over his shoulder. He was facing the mirror still, pants around his ankles, fingers carefully tracing around the bleeding mark on the juncture of his shoulder and neck. Their gazes met before Silver snapped back away from him. His heart dropped out of his chest.

“I’m sorry lad…it were the only way te stop ‘em from touchin’ ye too…I…I c’n break the bond-”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He stiffened. What?

“Don’t…don’t tell me you don’t want me…”

Silver spun around, “That ain’t-”

“Then shut up and fuck me,” Jim faced him now, eyes holding him frozen, face still flushed and chest still heaving. He braced against the counter with one hand, brought the other to his shirt, and he raised the piece of clothing to display his softly defined abs and chest. Silver’s eyes traveled lower to Jim’s bobbing erection. The man spoke in a whisper, “Finish what you started.”

He pounced on Jim. Caught his chin in between his thumb and forefinger and pushed their mouths together. Silver barely had to guide Jim to lean back on the counter. The younger man was already kicking his pants off the rest of the way, spreading his legs, dragging Silver toward him by his shirt. He let out a high-pitched whine as Silver lined up and thrust back into him.

“Fuck yes…”

Either of them could have said it. They both probably did at the same time. Just as they both grunted and panted into each other's mouths as they kissed and Silver rutted into Jim. He was so fucking tight. So fucking good. And he was Silver’s. 

He wanted to look at the mark, to really study it and take in the concept that Jim was his. His mate. And that he didn’t hate him. That he wanted Silver as much as Silver wanted him.

“Turn around fer me?” Silver gasped. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of Jim’s mouth. He didn’t stop rocking his hips even after he’d asked; he didn’t want to stop or wait for Jim to switch positions.

“Lemme turn around?” Jim gasped back.

Silver grudgingly pulled out and away. Jim scrambled to flip around. He barely got turned away from him before Silver caught his hips and guided him to kneel on the counter and sit back on his heels. He thrust in as he rocked Jim’s hips back. 

“Move fer me-”

He slid his hands up Jim’s waist to his chest and pinched his nipples. Jim threw his head back with a shout. He bounced on Silver’s cock, his hands going out in front of him to rest on the mirror. Silver kissed his mark tenderly before moving to bite the side of his neck.

Jim rewarded him with such beautiful noises as they fucked. The younger man eventually fell forward against the mirror, his ragged breath fogging the glass. The entire room felt too hot, too close, and sweat soaked between Silver’s shoulder blades. He chased his orgasm, but his body held out on him. Jim’s voice was rough from screaming and moaning for so long. He looked over his shoulder at Silver, “P-please- ‘s too good- S-Silver-”

The man shouted again when Silver reached around his hip and took his cock in hand. He had smelled Jim release earlier, and he could feel the slick that had dribbled from the tip down the shaft when he gripped it tightly. Jim bucked and squirmed under his hands, one around his shaft and the other gripping his hip to keep him from being able to run away.

“Fuck- Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Jim chanted the word with more intensity and volume each time he said it. His voice wavered by the end, body clenched down tightly around Silver so hard it ached, and he howled as he came again.

“Yes- jest like that- jest like that, Jimbo-” Silver drove his hips in and buried himself as far as he could in Jim’s ass. He let out a groan that turned into a purr as he came as well.

It was quiet for a while except their wheezing, gasping, panting breaths. Jim slid down the mirror. His fingers shook. Hair lay matted around his face. The blood that had flowed freely from the claiming mark Silver had made on his shoulder had staunched itself a while ago. Silver tipped his head forward and kissed it again.

One of Jim’s shaky hands came back and his fingers curled around Silver’s cheek.

“So…my dear old dad did that to you, huh?” Jim teased weakly after a long while. Silver snorted, “Shut yer mouth. I were tryin’ te get us outta here without havin’ te use that story.”

“You spend all night thinking that up?” Jim poked again.

Silver pulled Jim's hips back into him and ground into his sweet spot with his still-hard cock. Jim let out an open-mouthed groan of pleasure, “Oooh fuuuuck…”

“Gonna get the both of us outta here now,” Silver nuzzled the mark. He couldn’t get enough of looking at it. His heart nearly felt ready to burst that Jim was his. He was still having a hard time fully believing that Jim wanted to be his mate in the first place.

“Can’t. Not yet.”

Silver stiffened, eyes snapped open, and he looked Jim straight in the eye, “What?!”

“I haven’t gotten what I came here for,” Jim whispered. Silver pulled away so he could grab him by the shoulders and whip him around.

“Yer here on purpose?!”

Jim grinned and leaned forward to bump his forehead against Silver’s, “Yep. I mean, considering my personality and this planet’s awful legal system I would have ended up in this damn prison eventually, but I am in here on purpose.”

They gazed at each other for a moment as Silver tried to wrap his head around the new information. He leaned in to whisper, “Fer the Navy?”

One subtle nod was all he got and he rocked back onto his heels. So the Navy was close by. He should get out of there. Jim had a job to do, he'd be fine now that he wore Silver's mark as long as he hung around for a little longer, at least until Jim got what he needed. He saw the look that went across Jim's face, as if he knew what Silver was thinking and wanted to say something, but he held himself back. Sadness swept through his eyes briefly. Silver bumped their foreheads together again. They both knew the longer Silver was there, the more likely it was that the Navy would catch him.

“What d'ye need help with?”

Jim hesitated only a beat before he filled him in on what exactly the Navy had sent him for. They were after files, specifically on Vic and his men. He grinned a little, "The Navy's trying to crack down on their little operation. They've gotten in the way too many times. I was trying to get in the file room when those goons jumped me."

It was too late to get Jim into the room with the files he needed now. It was likely the end of dinner, and soon someone would come looking for them if they didn't head back to the mess hall on their own. They’d have to try to get in that room tomorrow. And the best way to make sure Jim got in there and wasn't bothered was to keep him at Silver's side.

I don't mind that one bit. It was just a matter of convincing the guards - more specifically convincing Vic to convince the guards - to let him have Jim in his cell with him overnight. Hopefully the story and his actions earlier were a good enough argument that he wasn't done 'tormenting' Jim. He was rough when he led Jim from the bathroom and down the corridor. Silver made sure to put on a bit of a show of how uncaring he was with Jim, who played up his part just as skillfully with distressed noises and softly muttered arguments. He even acted up a limp and pain that was convincing enough Silver was a little anxious about it.

The guards acted their part again, right on cue, and everyone was ushered toward their cells. When they got to Silver's, one of the uniformed men reached out to try and separate him and Jim.

Silver tightened his grip on Jim’s arm and dragged him closer, growling possessively. The guard’s eyes widened. He sent a darting glance at Vic, who pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment. Silver jerked his head at Jim, "Ain't done dotin' on the brat. Got more lessons te teach 'im."

Vic tilted his head and pondered for a moment as he stepped into his own cell.

“Let Johnny have his bitch tonight,” He finally waved his hand dismissively, “It’ll be entertainment for the rest of us.”

Both of Silver and Jim were directed into his cell, the door was shut and locked, and Silver shoved Jim toward the bed. The human flipped around and tried to scramble away, his eyes wide and startled. Silver advanced on him. Jim tried to escape, but there was nowhere for him to go in the small space. Silver knew it was just an act, but the reactions from Jim had something primal in his instincts kicking in. It felt as if he were hunting Jim and it made his mouth water.

He opened his mouth as he scented the air around them. Lowered himself into a wider stance and advanced again. Jim tried to dart around him. His hands caught the man before he could get very far and he easily swung Jim off his feet and into the air. He swiftly pinned Jim to the bed. The human fought him, letting out terrified yelps of ‘no’ and ‘let go’ as he struggled in vain. Silver leaned down to scent along the line of the smaller man's throat, nipping roughly as he traveled from his collarbones to his jaw. Jim's wiggled paused for only an instant as Silver's teeth dragged along his skin, but then started up again.

Silver sat up enough to look at Jim's face as he let out a rumbling growl from deep in his chest, “I’m gonna make ye scream.”

Jim’s efforts were nothing compared to his own strength. He trapped the smaller man without even batting an eye. He could see Jim’s pupils expand with arousal; he liked that he could be so easily overpowered, he liked that he had no control. And damn did Silver like it too.

“Don’t hold back,” Jim breathed the words, excitement flushing his features pink.

“Don’t ye worry, lad. I won’t.”

Silver growled again. He loved the way that sound made Jim melt. The man’s clothing didn’t stay on him long. He wanted to rip them off Jim, but then he’d be naked in front of everyone until the guards were bothered to bring him a new set of prison garb and Silver would have to kill them all for looking at him. He would happily do that if he needed to, but it'd be a hassle and their efforts were better directed elsewhere. He was already annoyed that he had a bit of an audience as he bedded his mate. It was hard enough trying to remember to keep up the act of pursuing a vendetta as he gave into nearly a decade's worth of longing for the man under him.

He didn’t lie when he said he’d make Jim scream. The cell block echoed with his cries and the whistles and shouts of the other prisoners giving Silver encouragement. He didn’t hear them. His attention was only on Jim. 

“Don’t hold back.” 

Jim jolted violently underneath him, fingers tangled in the thin sheet, back a sharp curve with Silver’s right hand pinning his chest to the mattress and his left angling his hips up. A smile went across his face. He slapped Jim’s ass hard. The smaller man flinched and whimpered. He slapped again quickly twice in a row, hard enough to leave a bright red mark. Jim howled and tried to move away, but he was trapped.

“Ye like it rough, don’t ye?”

He grabbed Jim’s waist in both hands and used the grip to yank the smaller man into his harsh thrusting. Jim’s screaming rose in pitch as Silver bucked his hips in quick, deep strokes. He was completely lax under Silver’s hands, his body yearning for more pleasure and lost in the intensity of it, uncaring at all about the drool that soaked under his cheek or the tears that streaked from his hazy eyes.

Silver pulled out. He wanted to see Jim’s face better. Wanted to see the pleasure turn him into a thoughtless, sobbing, begging mess.

He hooked his arms under Jim’s legs and dragged his hips up off the bed. Lined back up and thrust back in. Watched as Jim’s mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back in his head. The change in angle pushed Jim over the edge and he came with a shout. Silver had lost count of how many times he’d made Jim climax already. The sheet was soaked in several spots with come, they were both covered in a sheen of sweat, but neither of them cared.

“Ye want me te stop?” He growled.

Jim only whined in response. His body jerked reflexively and he keened when Silver reached up and pinched one of his cute little nipples.

“No? Ye like bein’ my little slut?”

He dragged his hand from Jim's chest to his cock and he stroked quickly. The smaller man tried to push his hand away weakly as he begged in broken, stuttered sentences, “S-stop- can’t- t-too m-much-”

Silver slapped his hands away and continued to rub him off despite his protests. Jim’s body shook violently. He jerked and twisted and screamed as his hands still tried in vain to push Silver off him, “Oh God- fuck- FUCK- stop- STOP!”

“Ye want me te fill ye?”

He loved seeing Jim in this state. So overwhelmed and stuffed full he couldn’t even think. The sounds he made, the expressions, how his body accepted Silver so readily and eagerly, it finally drove him over the edge and he shoved in as hard as he could and released with a groan.

Silver dropped Jim onto the bed, rolled him onto his side, laid behind him. It took him a moment of struggling to get the soiled sheet yanked out from under them and tossed onto the floor, but when he'd finished that task he turned back to Jim. He pulled Jim into him and slid back inside him quickly while he was still hard. Jim’s breath came out as a soft whine. He nuzzled into the smaller man’s neck and he whispered in his ear, “'S'a'right, Jimbo. I’m done. Jest want te feel ye while we sleep.”

"Got the stamina of a teenager," Jim mumbled with a soft chuckle. He relaxed against Silver and was asleep in moments.

Only for you Jim. And only because I've wanted you so damn long.

Jim woke to intense, tingling heat rolling through him. He grunted at another thrust into him. He was barely awake enough to quickly remind himself not to moan Silver’s name even though he really fucking wanted to. It took him a moment to realize it wasn't a really vivid dream and he was actually being fucked by the man he loved. His heart swelled in his chest and he bit his lip.

Apparently the Ursid had shifted them before Jim woke up. He was on his stomach again, hands pinned at his sides, Silver between his spread legs. His body rocked forward with Silver’s next thrust and it forced a groan out of him.

He’d wanted Silver for almost as long as he’d known the man. He’d known it would wreck him to get fucked by the much bigger man and he couldn’t get enough of how Silver was so big that it made it hard for Jim to breathe. The real thing was better than any fantasy or toy he’d been able to find. It had taken him years to get his hands on anything even remotely close to the size he imagined for Silver’s cock. The toy was pleasurable, sure, but when he was pinned and forced to take the full thickness and length of the real thing over and over again it was so much BETTER.

Silver chuckled next to his ear when he started to moan, “Good mornin’ little slut.”

Oh fuck yes…

His back ached, his throat was raw, he was still exhausted from each time Silver had fucked him silly the day before, but dammit he still wanted more. He wanted Silver to make it so he couldn’t walk. He wanted to feel the man inside him for days.  

“Can’t go as hard on ye today, lad,” Silver pressed his lips to the throbbing mark he’d made on Jim’s shoulder as he whispered, “Gotta help ye get that job done.”

Oh yeah…

Disappointment briefly fluttered through Jim’s chest before Silver’s hips had him overwhelmed with pleasure again. Jim tried to think of anyway he could say to convince Silver to one more day of fucking his brains out, but the soreness he already felt reminded him that he probably couldn’t actually physically handle it, no matter how badly he wanted it.

Jim still got to the point he was screaming - as close to screaming as his almost-lost-his-voice throat would allow - by the time Silver decided that he’d had enough and he rammed into Jim repeatedly until they both came and had to lie panting on the bed.

He could feel that his wrists were bruised from the force of Silver’s grip and he loved it.

And then Silver reached over and gently ran a hand down from the mark on his shoulder to his hip, where he squeezed, and Jim’s heart slammed blood through his veins so fast he thought he might pass out. The feeling was only heightened when the man easily pulled Jim up against his chest and kissed along his neck and shoulders.

“Damn I want ye again,” Silver’s breath was hot on the back of his neck.

Jim relaxed back into the Ursid with a soft hum. He closed his eyes and focused on the throbbing in his shoulder. His heart pounded again.

I’m his mate. His MATE!  

The clanging of cell doors being thrown open so the prisoners could be led to breakfast startled him. Silver growled softly. His grip on Jim’s hip tightened and he shoved him down into the mattress. If he wasn’t so exhausted the rough treatment would have turned him on instantly.

“Ye ready, Jimbo?”

Silver’s lips brushed over his ear - another thing that would have normally sent heat rolling in his stomach - and he shifted again so he was over Jim. He growled again and his hands became rougher as the sounds of the opening doors got closer to their cell. By the time a guard stopped in front of their cell, Silver had Jim with his face pressed against the mattress and his hips up.

“Fun’s over Kelly,” They didn’t even look surprised at the scene in front of them and they just threw the door open, “Did you let him sleep at all last night, man looks like he’s on the verge of death.”

“Good; the kid’s pap left me fer dead, least I c’n do is repay the favor an’ make ‘im wish ‘e were dead,” Silver slapped Jim’s ass before he shoved him back onto the bed and stood up. “Get dressed boy.”

Jim obeyed silently. The act was back on.

It was so damn hard to bow his head and let Silver shove him or drag him along. He knew it wasn’t real, it was just until they got out of the prison, but dammit his defiant nature wasn’t making it easy to be submissive. He finally snapped a little at one point and snarled back at Silver just as the man dragged him into the mess hall. Silver’s eyes flashed, “So yer lookin’ fer more pain, eh? Don’t learn easy, do ye?”

He wrangled Jim’s arms behind his back and marched him at a swift speed down the hall. They didn’t stop until they rounded a corner and were out of sight of anyone. Silver instantly released his wrists, “Where’s that room ye need into?”

Fucking pin me to the wall and wreck me-

Jim snapped around and hurried down the hall, heart in his throat, pulse thundering in his ears as he tried to suppress his building arousal. He stopped in front of a thick metal door and tried to peek through the fogged glass window, “This one…pretty sure. It’s the one the Navy informant described.”

Silver brushed him to one side and easily unlocked the door with one of his many arm attachments. He nodded to Jim, “I’ll stand watch, hurry up.”

The room was disorganized, just like the rest of the damn prison, but Jim tried his hardest to be fast. He sorted quickly through the piles of paperwork on the desk, snagging any that had anything to do with Vic or the mob. He reached for the filing cabinet and threw it open. He was halfway through the files before he came across anything that would have been any use at all. His eyes darted over the paper. Names, dates, figures, damn it was all right here with nothing blocked out or anything. It was almost like they wanted to get caught.

“Gotcha!”

Jim grabbed the paper and folded it up to tuck it into his shirt. He darted back out of the room as Silver peeked his head back in and they smacked straight into each other. Silver’s arm went around him as he started to fall backward into the room, “Woah there, boyo. Got what ye needed?”

“Yeah, let’s get the fuck out of here before anyone notices we’re missing,” Jim reached for his cartilage piercing and twisted it to activate the encrypted frequency it would send to the Navy. He trotted ahead of Silver, checking to make sure the papers were securely positioned in the band of his pants, “You need to get out of here. We have fifteen minutes at most before-”

“Fifteen minutes before what, pretty boy?” Jim stopped dead at the end of the hall. He felt Silver right behind him and the man quickly stepped in front of him as Vic and a dozen men spilled into their path and blocked the exit. The other Ursid grinned at Silver, “Thought you were being mighty sneaky, eh Johnny boy? Must have thought you were so damn clever and that you outsmarted me with that little stunt of yours by marking him, huh?”

Silver snarled and waved Jim back down the hall. Jim ignored his motion and sized up their opponents. They had weapons on them, but none of them had any sort of range; shivs, one of them had a pipe, most of them just had their fists. His eyes went to Silver's arm. He counted a couple charges in the canon, but they might need that to get through a wall and he couldn't see how many charges his pistol had, but they might end up needing those too. He grabbed Silver’s hand and yanked, “Run!”

It only took an instant for the man to listen and they were booking it down the hall in the opposite direction, “What’s yer plan?”

“Uh-” Jim dove in through an open doorway, Silver at his heels, and they slammed the door closed.

He could feel Silver staring at him after they’d barricaded the door with a desk and a filing cabinet. Jim looked around quickly, “Uh-”

“Ye don’t have a plan?”

“Did you have one?” He snapped back quickly. There was a window and he jostled the locks to try and open them.

"What I had been doin' before ye grabbed me! Facin' 'em!"

"How many charges do you have, huh?" Jim fought with the window for a moment longer before he gave up and looked around the room again. He heard Silver switching through his attachments, "Eight."

"And you were going to take out eight men at point blank range before they overpowered you?" Jim darted toward the chair that had been behind the desk they'd moved in front of the door.

The doorknob rattled violently just before a voice called from the other side, “What’re hiding for Johnny? We just wanna talk with you and your little bitch.”

Jim grabbed the chair and swung it at the window. A majority of the glass shattered and Jim set to the task of knocking the last bits free at the bottom before beckoning wildly to Silver, “You gotta go!”

The man caught his elbow, “I ain’t leavin’ ye here with them-”

“Shit-” Jim saw the Naval ships approaching from over the treetops of the forest around the prison. So much for fifteen minutes, what the hell did you give me a time for if you’re not going to follow it?! He ushered Silver toward the broken out window faster, “You have to go now!”

“Jim, I ain’t leavin’ ye-”

“Silver, please!”

They stared at each other, searching each other’s gaze frantically. Jim found his hands curling in the front of Silver’s shirt, “Please…I can’t…I can’t let them arrest you…”

“Come with me, lad,” Silver’s hands cupped his waist. He dragged Jim closer to him, brought his face down so their foreheads were touching.

Jim nearly gave in right then and there. He’d wished he’d gone with Silver for nearly ten years and the opportunity was being laid out in front of him again.

“I- I can’t…” he felt his throat closing up.

Silver’s expression crumbled. Jim leaned in desperately, gripped his shirt tighter, “My tour ends in three months and then I can! If- if you-”

If you’ll still want me.

The ships were getting closer. They were running out of time. Vic and his men were banging at the door still. It sounded as if they were trying to break through it with their weapons. Jim pulled Silver toward the window again, “I can meet you somewhere…”

It sounded pathetic even to him, but Silver looked at him with so much hope that he thought it might work.

“When I’m done I’ll go to the Benbow, just…send me a message or something and I’ll come find you,” Jim urged him through the window again. This time Silver slipped through it, but he still lingered before he turned to leave. 

Jim couldn’t help himself, and he leaned through to kiss Silver passionately.

He broke away when he heard the shouts of the men on the other side of the door shift from anger to surprise. He shoved at Silver’s chest, “Go! GO!”

It was a shitty farewell, but they didn't have time for anything else. Jim watched Silver disappearing into the forest beyond the prison yard with his heart in his throat. And then he turned to face his commanding officer when he finally had gotten the prison under Navy control and he handed over the documents they needed without a word about how he'd been able to get his hands on them so quickly or who had left the nasty bite mark on his shoulder.

Three months never felt like they had ever been so long before in his life.

Ten months felt like a literal lifetime.

Jim could count on one hand how many times he’d smiled in the ten months since he saw Silver. Four. Four times. The first time was on the day of his honorable discharge. He was finally free! He’d put in ten years, built a nice nest egg while working, and then he'd get a pension when he was retirement age (if he lived that long), he could do whatever he wanted now!

The second time was when his mother had surprised him with a party at the Benbow Inn, just like she had when he’d first been accepted into the Interstellar Academy, and then then again when he’d graduated. 

The third time was when he’d excitedly - and wrongly - thought a letter from Silver had arrived for him. It had been a mis-delivered postcard for the house down the road from a family member on vacation.

And the final time was when he’d forced a smile for a photo Doppler had insisted on taking to commemorate his twenty-fifth birthday.

“Jim, honey, can you help me with-”

“I got it,” Jim reached over and took the tray of food from his mother. A family seated at the table by the big picture window looked up eagerly as he approached. He offered a polite nod, “Evening. Are we hungry yet?”

There was a titter of laughter from the table as Jim swiftly served their dinners. His eyes darted toward the window despite how hard he tried not to look. There were several boats tied off at the docks and he studied them each carefully.

Silver could be on one of them.

He turned away from the window quickly. How many times was he going to put his heart through this? The man hadn’t sent any notes. There hadn't been a single whisper of him or from him. Silver hadn’t made any indication that he had even thought of Jim since they’d parted. A sigh escaped him, one of many he would breathe out like clockwork throughout the night and every night previously.

The evening passed the same as they all did. Tending the busy dining room. Trying and failing to avoid looking out the window at the boats. Trying and failing not to get excited when B.E.N. mention mail that came in earlier that day. 

Of course Jim had spilled everything - well, not everything - to his mother. She would not accept any of the excuses he’d tried to satisfy her with. She’d already known Jim’s adoration for Silver. He knew she wasn’t happy about it, since Silver was a pirate, and far older than Jim, and they’d met when he was technically still a child, and- 

Jim sighed as he ran a weary hand over the mark. It had healed quickly. The skin was barely raised anymore. Almost as if it weren’t even there.

His eyes were dragged to the window again and he gazed numbly at the black velvet sky littered with stars.

A hand slipped into his and he looked over at his mother. While he’d been lost in his mind, the dining room had emptied, the guests staying at the inn had gone up to their rooms, the number of boats at the docks cut down to only a few stragglers. She offered him a small smile, “Jim-”

“I’m fine, mom, really,” he answered before she could finish what she was saying. 

“Hey, uh, Jimmy, would you mind helping me with-”

Jim beckoned B.E.N. over. He’d seen the robot struggling with a set of wires that were arching across each other on his back. Morph happily changed into all the tools Jim needed to fix the connections for each wire, and since he was at it he gave the ancient robot a once over to make sure everything was in working order.

“Jim-”

“You head on up to bed, mom. I’ll finish cleaning up down here,” Jim patted B.E.N.’s shoulder as the robot jumped up from the table and trotted to his own space to shut down for the night.

“Jim-”

He tried to sneak past her, but she caught his elbow and refused to let go, thought that didn’t mean he had to look at her, and he busied himself with studying the wall underneath the window so he wouldn’t look out the window itself.

“Sweetheart, please, I know you’re waiting for… him …but have you thought that maybe he’s…not coming?” She spoke tentatively, quietly, gently trying to coax him to look at her. He allowed her to turn his head toward her but he kept his eyes averted.

Seven months ago he would have been furious at the suggestion. Hell one month ago he probably would have been pissed. But now…maybe she was right. There were many reasons Silver wouldn’t be able to come or send a message:

He was a wanted man.

Montressor was close enough to a Naval base that coming here would be a fool’s errand.

Letters or notes could be traced.

He hadn’t even given Silver time to come up with a counter offer for how they could meet. He’d thrust a single option on the man and expected him to just figure it out from there while he waited and did nothing like a goddamn princess in a tower for her knight in shining armor. He’d debated a million times if he should leave in search of Silver, but each time he’d come to the self-doubt riddled fear that Silver would show up to find him and he wouldn’t be there. He’d effectively trapped himself at the inn and it was slowly driving him insane.

“Yeah…I’ve thought about it.”

Her voice changed a little and she sounded relieved, “Have you thought of…maybe trying again? With someone new? There are many wonderful potential…partners-”

Now he was pissed and he pulled his arm free, “Not interested.”

“Jim, please,” He still refused to meet her gaze, but he could hear the exasperation in her voice and already knew what her expression would be, “There’s no reason for you to waste your life waiting on someone who used you to get out of prison.”

His jaw clenched reflexively, “He didn’t use me. He didn’t need me to get out of there, didn’t even know I was going to be there until I was there! He only stuck around because I was there.”

He felt like a child arguing with her like this. But he knew Silver like she didn’t, he knew the situation in a way she didn’t, knew what their bond meant in a way that she didn’t. His hand went back to the mark. If he closed his eyes he could feel the brush of Silver’s lips over it.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” 

Jim softened when his mother snaked her arms around his middle and hugged him from behind. He squeezed her hands gently, “I know.”

“Don’t stay up too late.”

“I won’t.”

He listened as her footsteps faded until there was nothing and he was alone in the dim dining room. He stood numbly in the middle of the room for a while, he wasn’t sure how long, until he finally jerked himself out of his thoughts and set to wiping down all the tables and setting the chairs up on top of each one. 

There used to be a sense of accomplishment after finishing tasks, but there wasn’t much of that feeling anymore. There wasn’t much of anything other than an ache in his very core.

Jim found himself tracing the mark again and falling into his mind again.

Morph’s squeaking and squealing caught his attention after another eternity of standing and staring into the abyss and he turned, “Morph, what’s wrong-”

When he saw the figure in the doorway he completely ceased to function.

Silver held his hand up for Morph, but his eyes were on Jim. His expression was hard to read in the low light, but from what Jim could see he looked relieved. Their gazes met and he offered Jim his characteristic grin, “Hey, Jimbo.”

“Are…are you really here?” Jim hardly dared to ask the question. He was certain he’d fallen asleep and was simply dreaming - like he had hundreds of times since they’d parted - of Silver coming for him. He pinched his leg through his pants. It hurt, so that meant he was awake…right?

“I’m here, lad.”

Jim was running toward Silver before he could fully process what he was doing and he launched himself into the man’s open arms. Their kiss was uncoordinated and desperate at first until they both relaxed into each other and found a rhythm with their lips and hands. He didn’t register that Silver had tipped him over until his back pressed against a tabletop and the man’s full weight was over him, surrounding him, smothering him.

“I missed you so fucking much,” Jim gasped when he broke his mouth away briefly to catch his breath.

Silver hummed softly in response, breaking free to whisper back, “Sorry it took me so long te get te ye-”

“Shut up-”

He pulled the bigger man back down and onto him so he could melt under his warmth and drown in his scent. Everything was right again. The ache in his chest was filled. His heart could beat normally again.

“Will ye ship out with me now Jimbo?”

Tears spilled from his eyes as he hugged around Silver’s neck. The man picked him up and held him, his lips gently brushing over the mark that meant that Jim was his mate. Jim couldn’t trust his voice to work properly, so he nodded instead. Silver caught his lips in a chaste kiss.

“I’ve been wantin’ fer ye te say that for years.”

“I love you,” Jim blurted the words out, feeling a stupid grin slip over his lips as he said the words.

Silver blinked at him for a moment before his crooked, gap-toothed smile split his face, “I love ye too, Jimbo.”